It sounds like stories from the laud of spiritsIf any man obtains that which he merits,Or any merit that which he obtains. . . . . . . . . .Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!Hath he not always treasures, always friends,The good great man? Three treasures,love and light,And calm thoughts, regular as infants breath;And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.